Please let me say to you what I am while you listen. I am
the one that thins the land and thickens
the air. I am also known as stream, river, bay, branch,
canal, cloud, ocean, and sea. You may classify me by color
and clarity and even turbidity. My shape and speed varies
depending upon the terrain that I travel. I have no control
as to where I go but am the agile authority when I
arrive. I usually travel most fastidiously down the
steepest slope and meander along on the deltas that I
create. I fly, transfer large amounts of energy, and
carve stone and cut steel given the proper amount of time or
velocity. I exist in three states known as liquid, solid, and
vapor. I am my rarest in my purest form and weigh 18.01528
grams/mole. I have a triple and critical point at an exact
temperature and pressure. I am conveniently, artificially,
and unfortunately caged for profit in what I will call a
fossil-fueled plastic jail named "bouteille en plastique." I
am more than the ninety-nine percent of the one hundred
percent. The Sounds I make shall be my and your keeper.
You may only speak on average and the majority, the seventy
percent, of what I have to say. I am the trickle, the pitter
patter, the swish, and the swash. I am the ahhhh after the
quenching of your thirst from the garden hose on a hot summer's
day. I am the roar of an ocean wave breaking on the
beach. I am the tufts of mist on the crests of waves just as
the wind likes to blow through your hair so does it mine. I
am the drip from a leaking faucet. I am the hurricane and
cyclone wave hauling heat around the earth as it takes a deep
breath and exhales. I am measured on by many scales but
only after I have traveled through those bounds. The key to me is
not as to what you think of me but is what you hear of what I have
to say. Listen closely. My name is Water and I have a
voice.